Petals in the wind, dancing away.
The cloud cry's tears, 'cause can't forever they stay.
Watering roses, beauty in pain, trying to wind away thorns, the petals go.. not in vain.
They sing, "No longer stuck to the stem," expressing, then turn color... beauty within?
Sun smiles at the work they've begun.
Petals drop, moon passes horrified at the work they have done.
Next day clouds cry, sun hides, wind dies out.-
As they witness the once beautiful, crumbled, brown petals on the ground.
More petals grow crying, "Stuck to the stem!"
Nature says...
"Stay there safe, beautiful petal bys, for the ones before you left, then they died."
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Behind My Eyes
PoetryA posting of every poem that I've ever written ...in continuation, as I write new things and express myself. Experience everything that lies behind my eyes. I am not very active on this site and only have used it to draw out my talents and express...
